Freakchylde's

I spent today at the farm. Shot the carbine a couple of times, but the sight on it is too fucked up for me to seriously aim. Hit a couple things with my right, I have no clue if I hit anything with my left. Went through my gram’s things and found her glasses, so I’ll have a cool new pair, eventually. Read through a bunch of her letters from when she and my great-aunt lived together, and a few from when she was married to my grandda (and his brother – interesting story). One of the letters was from my great-gram, sending her condolences on the loss of a child. I believe this to be a first child, as there wasn’t any reference to my aunt (the first child). Though, none of the letters asked about the kids, even the ones referenced with my great-uncle’s initials. My grandda died when my da was around 15-16. Due to the fact this was back in the ’40s, and in the middle of the country, she married my great-uncle. He died eventually, no one talks much about that era, so this is all I know. I gained some new trinkets from her stuff, paintings, clothes, jewelry, nifty things – new pair of sunglasses and her octagonal glasses frames. It was interesting, couldn’t read half the letters because they were written in pencil, but the handwriting was amazing. My great-grandda (her father) was a postmaster. He wrote calligraphy in his letters to her. I found his certificate from Woodrow Wilson certifying him as postmaster – even had Pres. Wilson’s signature (not a stamp) on it. It was also interesting to look at the letters themselves, the sentence structure and the various spellings. Most of the smaller words, like been (bin), year (yere), had interesting changes. The family has always been well educated, so it makes those spellings that much more interesting. Also snagged a couple of coins I found. One was a good luck coin with all the good luck symbols from different cultures. It included the tibetan wheel of life (reverse swastika). This makes sense, because this was well before WWII, and probably before WWI (my gram was born about halfway through the Reconstruction after the Civil War, married my grandda 20 years later). Gods, I so wish I had spent more time talking to her now, granted, the discoveries now are grand, but to know the stories behind them would be more grand.